Trolley Cops

Part 3

Here’s where we left off last time:

He bent over Luis, his mouth barely two inches from Luis' full red lips.  "How you feelin' there puta?  You fucked with the wrong people I tell ya.  But you're takin' it like the whore you are.  Your cunt's gonna see so much action tonight you’re gonna have to install a turnstile.”  Luis could understand what was being said, but his mind was so focused on the itch that was starting up in his ass again that he just nodded.

“Boys,” Rico said, looking around.  “We’ve got ourselves a cunt boy.  Who’s up first?”

Rafael jumped up.  “Oh man, let me.  I wanna pay him back for jumpin’ me out the other day,” he said, walking over to the table.  “Oh, this cunt looks ripe for the fuckin’.”

Luis glared at Rafael but was obviously in no position to fight back.  Plus his dick was still so hard and his ass seemed to have a tingly, itchy feeling in it since Michael had fucked him.  What was happening to him?  He still hadn’t noticed the baggie of cocaine sitting next to his leg.

“Just make sure you keep him all nice and lubed up, Rafie,” Rico said, squeezing a small amount of KY onto Rafael’s hand and mixing some cocaine into it.  “Luis here likes his clitty primed before it’s plowed.  And he also likes his teenie weenie stroked.”

“Fuck you, Rico,” Luis snarled.  The stupid hottie was letting Rico bait him and was only getting himself in deeper and deeper with every insult he threw back.

“Oh, I’ll take care of our Pussy Boy nice and good, Rico,” Rafael said, rubbing his thumb over Luis’ prick tip, basting it with the cocaine and cum mixture.  He also had two fingers, coated with the mixture, sliding in and out of Luis’ ass. 

“Unnngggg....!!!” Luis moaned as the drug did its trick.  Why were the fingers up his ass making him feel so good, yet making him want more?  And his dick was now getting even harder.  He ignored his confusion and continued to moan.

“That’s right, Pussy Boy,” Rafael said gently.  “Yeah... you know you want my big dick in your tight pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmmm...” Luis moaned, unable to figure out why his body was reacting in such a way.  He was straight.  He loved to fuck chicks.  He lived to bang pussy.

He groaned again as Rafael’s cock entered his ass and began to sluice in and out, bumping and grazing his fuck nut.  Rafael had also sped up jerking on Luis’ dick and Luis knew he was about to cum.  “Arrr.... gonna ccc..ccummmm....” And with that, his dick shot several streams of fuck juice straight up in the air, landing on his stomach and chest. 

As Rafael continued to fuck Luis, Rico turned his attention to Michael.  The hot stud was lying on the couch, butt plug securely in place and his erect cock burping pre-fuck.  Tony and Vinny were taking turns flicking his rubbery nipples and stroking his enormous cock.  Michael, completely drugged up and dazed, was moaning and breathing and smiling.  “Ohhh... yeah.... mmmmm... yess....” he hissed.  He was so fucked up he had no idea it was a bunch of guys getting him off.

“Ohhhnnnn.... I love it when you do that.....” he managed to slur.  He thought he was being pleasured by his girlfriend.  His body was twisting and contorting as the strong hands roamed over it.

Rico kissed Michael on the mouth, letting his tongue gently flit in.  Michael, in his buzzed condition, returned the kiss.  For a full minute the two French kissed while Luis, mouth agape, looked on.  What the fuck!?  Why was Michael kissing Rico?  Luis had been distracted when Michael was being worked over initially and didn’t know that his poor roommate was drugged out of his fuckin’ mind and didn’t have any idea what he was doing or that he had a vibrating butt plug up his ass.  All Luis knew was that from where he was, it looked like his best friend was getting it on with Rico and the guys.  The he turned his attention back to the sensations in his ass and dick.  Oh... shit... why did he feel such relief when some fag’s dick was up his ass?  What was wrong with him?

Rico turned his eyes toward Luis and saw the bound stud staring at him.  He broke off his kiss with Michael, who, in his warped state, protested, reaching out his hand to pull Rico’s lips to his face, and then began to softly kiss and lick his chest.  Finally he reached Michael’s rigid dick which was sticking straight up like the Washington Monument.  In one quick motion Rico engulfed it and began to bob up and down, lathing the sensitive tip with his magic tongue.

Michael went crazy.  “Ohhh.... mmmm..... that’s it.... yeaahhhhh......” he babbled as Rico suctioned his dick and played with his nipples.  The butt plug began its vibrating cycle and Michael’s body began to twist and thrash.

“Yeah, Mikey, you love this, don’t you,” Rico said, loud enough for Luis to hear him.

“Yesss....” came Michael’s reply.

For the next two hours Tony, Martin, Rafael, Johnny, Vinny and Rico all took turns fucking Luis, keeping the itch in his ass satisfied.  They also took turns pleasuring Michael, sucking him off and playing with his magnificent upper body, all the while keeping the vibrating butt plug screwed up his tight ass.  Whenever Luis wasn’t glowering their way, they gave Michael more drugs to make sure he stayed out of it. 

Not only were they physically fucking Luis, they were also fucking with his mind.  They were trying to make him believe that his roommate was willingly giving up his body as a plaything while he, Luis, was tied down getting fucked over and over.  And it was beginning to work.  Luis, strapped down with a dick pumping in and out of each end, didn’t know what to think any more.

To top it all off, the last fuck of the night was given by Michael.  The guys had all been taking turns working him up again and he was so horny and drugged up that he was babbling incoherently.  Rico walked him over to Luis, his tongue in his ear, whispering.

“Yeah...” Michael said softly, apparently repeating what Luis had been whispering into his drug-addled mind.  “More cunt.... yeah... pussy....”

As Michael began fucking Luis’ ass again, ramming his giant rod in and out of Luis’ sloppy asshole, the Italian stud could only stare in shock as his roommate, his best friend, fucked him.  Calling him pussy and cunt, smiling the whole time.  What the fuckin’ hell was going on?  And why was Michael doing this to him?  Luis didn’t know whether to be pissed off or relieved that the itch in his ass was being taken care of. 

Michael’s hips sped up and he began to shoot his seed up Luis’ ass.  It ran out the cum-filled chute and dripped down onto the floor.  Michael collapsed into Rico’s arms, still smiling.

“Let’s clean you up, Mikey,” he said as he helped the hapless stud back to the couch and removed the butt plug.  He instructed Vinny and Tony to get him some washcloths and a pot of warm water and, as Luis watched, he gave Michael an erotic sponge bath.

The drugs in Michael’s system had fucked with his brain so much that he had no idea what was going on, only that he as feeling pleasure and sensations he’d never felt before.  He felt safe and secure and Rico gently cleaned the fuck slop off his body.

When Michael was cleaned up, Rico put a fresh pair of briefs on him, keeping the shredded pair as a trophy.  He laid the studly cop on the couch and covered him with a blanket.  “Sweet dreams, Mikey,” he said, kissing him on the forehead.  Michael moaned something unintelligible.  He was so tired and drugged up that he immediately fell asleep.

“I think it’s time to go, guys,” Rico announced, going back over to Luis.  Martin was in the process of fucking the bound stud’s face and pulled out, letting his load of spooge land on Luis’ face.  “Should we untie him?” he asked, reaching for the rope.

“No,” Rico replied, shaking his head, staring into Luis’ angry eyes.  “Let’s keep our new Cunt right where he is.  But I don’t want him screaming out and waking up Mikey or the neighborhood so bring me the chloroform.”

Rico had Michael’s shredded briefs in his back pocket and poured a small amount of chloroform onto them.  “Time to go night night, Pussy Boy,” he said to Luis as he moved into position.

Luis knew what was coming and still fought it, turning his head and straining at his bonds.

“Oh, Luis,” Rico said, sounding exasperated.  “Such a big strong Pussy Boy, aren’t we?  What’s wrong?  You don’t wanna go to sleep?  You want Rico to keep playing with your clitty?”

“I’m gonna kill you,” Luis muttered, looking Rico directly in the eyes.

“I don’t think so,” Rico said.  “You’d miss me.  You’d miss this too much,” he said, unzipping his fly and hauling out his cock.  He rubbed his dick across Luis’ face.  “You’d miss this up your cunt.”

Before Luis could reply, Rico pressed the chloroformed underwear onto his face and held them in place.  Luis’ eyes bulged out as he tried to fight the fumes that he knew would put him into a sweet slumber.  Yet, he didn’t break eye contact with Rico.  He refused to give the Latino hunk the upper hand.  Even though he’d been fucked and raped and abused, he wasn’t gonna give up.  He’d find a way to get back at Rico.  He wouldn’t let that... the chloroform took over and Luis’ eyes slid shut.  He was out.

“Okay guys,” Rico said, pocketing the briefs.  “Let’s get our stuff and head on out.”

While Luis lay passed out from the chloroform, still tied to the table and dripping with fuck slop, Michael peacefully dozed on the sofa just a few feet away, all warm and clean.  Rico and the guys cleaned up the place, gathered their gear and left.  Michael and Luis would be out for at least a couple of hours, considering the workout they’d just endured.

As Michael slumbered away, dreaming of Julie, he thought he heard a voice in the distance calling out his name... Michael!... Michael!.... The voice was getting louder. 

“Michael!” Luis cried out.  “Wake the fuck up!”

Michael opened his eyes and looked around.  Why was he on the couch?  He looked at the clock.  How did he sleep until 9:00 a.m.?  His internal alarm clock usually had him up no later than 6:30 a.m.  Then he heard Luis yelling his name again and he jerked his head toward the sound.  What he saw shocked him.  There was Luis, naked, tied spread-eagled to the table.  “What the fu...?” he started to say.

“It’s about fuckin’ time you woke up.  Now get over here and untie me you asshole.”

Michael got up and tried to undo Luis’ bonds but they were too tight.  “Let me get a knife,” he said as he ran to the kitchen.  The events of the night before began to float back to him, but just in flashes.  He remembered walking in and seeing Luis tied up, but that was it.

“What happened?” he asked as he sliced through the ropes tying his roommate down.

Luis said up, rubbing his wrists.  His chest was coated with drying cum and there was more of the swill dripping from his ass.  “Like you don’t know,” he snarled, a look of pure hatred on his face.

Michael put his hands up and stepped back.  “Whoah, buddy.  I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.  Alls I remember is walkin’ in and seein’ you.  Then.... nothing.”

“Bullshit!” Luis snapped.  “You were right there with Rico, calling me pussy and cunt.  And then you fucked me.  Twice!”

Michael’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped.  “What?  No... no... that’s not true.  I’d never do that to you or anybody!”

“Well you did, ‘Mikey,’” Luis said angrily, not realizing that he’d just used Rico’s pet name on Michael.  “You and the rest of ‘em just smiled and fucked me like I was some whore.”

Michael didn’t know what to think or do or say.  “Honest, Luis... I don’t know what happened.  You know me.  You know I wouldn’t... couldn’t do that to you.  You’re my best friend.”

Luis slid off the table, stretching his aching body.  “Yeah, well... you did.”  He stomped off to his room and slammed the door.

Michael stood where he was, speechless.  What had happened?  Had he really fucked his roommate?  He couldn’t believe it, but then again, why would Luis lie about something like that?  He just stood there until in a daze until he heard Luis’ shower turn on.  Then he snapped out of it and started cleaning up the mess on the table and the floor.  He was gonna have to rent a steamer or something to get this shit out of the carpet.

He got down on his hands and knees and began to scrub at the carpet with a scrub brush when he suddenly felt his own body.  His dick was sore as were his nipples.  And his butt kinda hurt.  He sat back on his haunches and pulled his briefs away from his crotch and looked down.  His dick was red and looked raw.  He put his hand on his ass and felt a stinging, tingling sensation.  Something had happened.  He stood up and looked into the mirror on the wall.  His nipples were red, too.  He tried to reach back in his mind but all he remembered was being grabbed and sniffing the poppers.  They musta drugged him good because he couldn’t remember a thing.  No wonder Luis was so pissed.

Michael threw on a pair of sweats and went back to cleaning.  Then he remembered he was supposed to spend the day with Julie, but after last night and the soreness he was experiencing, he was going to have to put it off.  He picked up the phone and called her.  He told her that he got called into work on his day off and couldn’t get out of it.  Julie didn’t question his lie. 

Michael was so tired.  He’d only had a few hours of sleep and decided to take a nap.  As he was going to his room Luis was just coming out of his.  He was dressed and it looked like he was going out. 

“You going somewhere?” Michael asked and Luis brushed past him.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go find your buddy and kick the shit out of him.”

“Hey,” Michael said, grabbing Luis by the shoulder.  Luis pulled away.

“Get you fuckin’ hands off me,” he spat.

But Michael didn’t let go.  “Luis,” he said, trying to reason with him.  “I said I’m sorry.  I don’t remember anything.  I’ve been wracking my brain but I can’t remember anything.  They musta drugged me or something.  Hell, when I came in you were already tied up and I tried to rescue you!"

Finally Luis let out a deep sigh.  “I know, I know, Mikey,” again unaware that he called him Mickey instead of Michael.  “It’s just that... well...”  He wasn’t about to tell Michael that while he’d just been showering and washing all the sex swill from his body, his finger had grazed his asshole and he had felt a tingle.  He buried the thought.  He couldn’t let himself think about that.

“I know,” Michael said.  “But going after Rico isn’t the thing to do.  He’s smart.  Did you ever stop to think that he’s playing with you?”

“I gotta do something,” Luis said.  “Maybe I’ll just drive around for awhile.  I gotta get outta here.”  He grabbed his keys and left.  Michael heard him drive off and went to lie down.

As Luis drove through the streets he became angry again and found himself driving through Rico’s neighborhood.  Of course, Rico and his pals were nowhere to be found.  Finally, after what seemed like hours of driving he pulled up to Trophy’s.  It was nearly 1:00 p.m. and he hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast. 

The place was packed with sports fans watching football.  He found a place at the bar and ordered a hamburger and fries.  And a shot of tequila.  One shot turned to two and then to three.  He was just about to order a fourth when someone slid into the stool next to his.

“Is anybody sitting here?” a female voice asked.

Luis looked up.  Shit, she was hot!  “Uh, no...” he said.  “Have a seat.”  He suddenly realized that he was horny and could feel his cock getting hard.  Unnggghhh...

He couldn’t keep from looking at her and he noticed that she kept returning his glances.  “I’m Luis,” he said.

“Hi Luis. I’m Karla.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“That would be nice.  I’ll have a glass of white wine,” she said.  Luis flagged the bartender and ordered a glass of wine for Karla and another shot of tequila for himself.

After about half an hour of flirting, a second glass of wine for Karla and a fifth shot of tequila for himself, Luis asked Karla if she wanted to go somewhere more private.

Karla smiled.  “I’d love to.”  She kept looking down at his ample crotch.  “I live a couple miles from here,” she said.  “Wanna go to my place?”

Luis nodded.  “Yeah, I do.”

“I think I should drive,” Karla said.  “You’ve had a bit too much to drink.”

Luis smiled and agreed with her and they got into her red sports car.  A few minutes later they were at her apartment.  The practically sprinted inside.

“Sit down and make yourself comfortable,” Karla said as she put down her keys and purse.  “Would you like a drink?”

“I’ll have a beer if you got it,” Luis replied.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” she said as she headed into the kitchen.  She came back a minute later with two frosted glasses of beer.  She handed one to Luis as she sat next to him on the couch, and snuggled up to him.

Luis took a drink of his beer and put his arm around Karla.  He softly squeezed her shoulder as she ran her hand up his inner thigh to his crotch.  It was radiating some major heat.  He finished his drink and set down the empty glass.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” she asked.  Not bothering to wait for an answer, she took Luis by the hand and led the way to her room, closing the door behind her.  Once inside she slid out of her dress and let him remove her bra.

“Oh baby, you’re so beautiful,” Luis said as he pulled his shirt over his head.  He took her breasts in his hands and as he fondled them she undid his pants and lowered them.  He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans.  They fell down onto the bed and began to kiss and touch each other everywhere.

“Mmmm... this feels good...” Luis said.  “I don’t know if it’s the tequila or you, but I’m feelin’ great.”

Karla smiled as she cupped his big balls and gave them a squeeze.  “I think it was the beer,” she said with a smirk.

“The beer?” Luis asked, confused.

“Yeah,” Karla replied.  “Aren’t you feeling all nice and relaxed?”  She reached into his briefs and stroked his hard cock.

“Yeah,” Luis said, feeling a little dazed now.  He looked at Karla and the smile on her face.  “What did you do?”

“Just a little GHB I got from a friend.  It should put you in the right mood,” she said.

Luis looked at her again as his head began to spin.  “The ‘right’ mood?  For what?”

“For me,” a voice said from behind him.  Luis didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Rico.

To be continued...